Nico's Cruse Page 3

  Nothing more, nothing less.

  She was an object to him. A means to an end. And she wanted nothing more than that. He fucked her mouth and before she wanted it to end he blew his load down her throat.

  “Swallow every damn drop. Fuck—” He pumped his hips, driving his cock farther into her throat, making her eyes water.

  He tasted like candy, like the finest wine, she got drunk on his seed, licking her lips when he pulled free.

  She got totally cock drunk giving him head, which had never happened before. She’d also never been shown exactly what a guy wanted before either. What to do, how fast to do it, how much teeth to use and how much saliva? Nico took the guesswork out and made her enjoy it even more than she thought possible. She’d always enjoyed sucking cock, but sucking his cock? Mmmm…

  She sighed and smiled. She stared at him, trying to keep him in focus as he released her hair, tugging up his sweatpants.

  “So what makes sex kinky, if it’s not a blindfold?” she asked when she got her brain to kick back on. Trying not to float off into la-la land took some serious concentration.

  “Me.”

  He didn’t state it arrogantly. Quite the opposite, it was just a matter-of-fact admission on his part as he un-cuffed her wrists. It turned her on something hard-core, being handled like that. But sadness quickly followed…from him.

  Somehow she could feel his emotions for several unguarded moments. Loneliness bled from him for a second and then it was gone.

  He massaged her wrists, working to get blood to flow through them again. She closed her eyes, about to drift off to sleep again or whatever it is people do in a dream. She eeked when he moved her diagonally in bed, cuffing her wrists to one of the bed posts.

  “I’m not done with you yet, mi chica mala.”

  He shoved her tank up over her tits, latching onto them one at a time as if he thought they were manna from the gods. “I knew you didn’t have a bra on. Hot damn, you’ve got pretty tits, Rose Petal.” He licked her breasts, biting, nipping her flesh and sensitive nipples until she rubbed her thighs together, trying desperately to get enough friction to get off.

  He tugged off her stretchy yoga pants, forcing her legs wide and making her whimper. Cool air rushed over her bare pussy.

  “Your pussy’s drenched.” He did a slip and slide through her juice, circling her clit, relishing the fact she had no control over her body. “Fucking sexy.”

  Her hips twitched each time his thumb grazed the ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. She sucked in a sharp inhale as he ran his fingers along the lips of her sex, tucking two digits at the entrance to her core.

  “Did you shave your pussy just for me tonight? Did you secretly want to meet me and do more than just chat?”

  “Waxed,” she stuttered out. “I’m glad I did it for us both. Who knew I’d get so much use out of it in my dream?”

  He filled her, stretching her and she tugged against the metal restraints keeping her wrists in place.

  “I’ve wanted to be inside your head as well as your pretty pussy as soon as I met you earlier today.”

  Rose had to concentrate with the sensations swirling all inside her. “Was that only today? I’ve only known you for less than a day?”

  “Doesn’t seem possible, huh? I’m glad you fell asleep on the phone, Rose. I wanted to come to see you. It’s almost as good as the real thing.”

  His words were punctuated by sincerity, but the seriousness of his voice seemed over the top. “It’s just a dream right?” No more butter pecan ice cream for her so late.

  “Of course it is. Enjoy yourself. Let go. You don’t have to do anything but feel.”

  With his suggestion to let everything else go, her body relaxed into his touch. He thrust two fingers in, then three, filling her slick sex.

  “I wanna see you come.” With his wish hanging between them he pulled apart her lips, exposing her clit while he leaned down, flicking her clit with his tongue. “Don’t take your eyes off me.”

  As if I could?

  She panted out a plea. “I’m so close, Nico. It’s right there. Please make me come. Please.” She’d never ask for what she wanted in real life. She’d be mortified a lover would think her request odd. But not in her dream. She could beg for what she needed and he’d think she was the sexiest woman in the world.

  “Come for me, pretty girl. I want you to scream, niña bonita.”

  He didn’t ask for permission, he commanded her to do what he wanted.

  And his accent? Damn.

  But none of that threw her over the edge. His eyes. That’s what did it.

  His ocean blue irises locked with hers as she strained to get closer to his tongue. He latched onto her clit, sucking it into his mouth, and he bit down just as he pumped his fingers inside her channel, finding her G-spot.

  She screamed his name, keeping her eyes open as long as she could. As her core latched onto him, gravity bested her and it became too great a fight. Darkness claimed her vision but colors flashed through her limbs as she came for him. Sensation shot up her spine and through her legs, curling her toes. “Please, please…” she begged with nothing coherent to follow it.

  Whether she asked for more or less, she didn’t know. All she knew was that she needed him as if he held her last breath of fresh air.

  He continued to flick her clit with his tongue, ramping up her pleasure again. He filled her slippery channel and added another finger. It was too much and she opened her mouth to tell him to stop, that she couldn’t take it, but she screamed for him as he made her come again.

  She bucked against the bed, arching off the mattress, then he trapped one of her nipples between his first finger and thumb and pinched it hard.

  Preparing to scream…she sat straight up in bed.

  She opened her eyes, then slammed them shut again. Sunlight streamed through the window. She peeked again, her heart pounding as if she were still in the middle of her second or third orgasm. She kicked at the covers, searching for Nico.

  “Ouch,” she groaned when her foot connected with the corner of her laptop, which sat at the corner of the bed, exactly where she left it the night before.

  A “meow” startled her and she grabbed the covers, hugging them close. She still had on her yoga pants and tank top.

  Miss Priss sat on her haunches on the second pillow beside her, eyebrows turned down and her head tilting this way and that, as if looking at her from a different angle would help her figure out what in the hell happened.

  Giggles exploded past her lips as she flopped back on her pillow. She reached over to pet the cat, who took it as an open invitation to climb on her stomach and get comfy so she could go back to sleep.

  While she petted the cat she tried to rationally take stock of what happened.

  A dream hadn’t ever felt more real. The lips of her pussy were wet and her core twitched every once in a while like it did after she came. Tiny tremors still raced along her arms and legs, making her attempts to pet the cat haphazard at best. There were no marks on her wrists from where the cuffs surely would have dug into her skin, but the taste of cock lingered on her taste buds.

  Maybe she shouldn’t talk to him anymore…

  Biggest lie she’d ever tried to tell herself because she was well and truly addicted if video chatting with him for just a few hours could produce dreams as sexy as the one she just had.

  She grabbed her phone to message him. Half past seven was early for a lot of people but she couldn’t help herself. “Hi,” she texted, still too groggy to come up with anything better to say before she’d had her coffee.

  She laid the phone on her chest and held it close, waiting. Less than a minute later he responded. The noise and vibration of the text message made her pussy wetter.

  “Good morning, gorgeous. Sorry I kept you up so late last night. I just didn’t want to say goodbye.”

  A blush stained her cheeks. “Did I fall asleep while we were talking?”
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  “Yes. You were so cute. Did you sleep well?”

  She sent back nothing short of the truth. “Better than I have in months. I could definitely use a few more nights like that.”

  Waiting, waiting—

  “Ditto.”

  Chapter Four

  Later that night she was distracted when they started messaging. The entire day the dream plagued her, making it incredibly hard to concentrate.

  “Can we video chat?” Nico asked when she’d already fumbled several messages.

  “Sure, since I can’t seem to type very well tonight.”

  They went through the same process getting connected. She gave him the new password and after a few seconds of software talking on both ends, there he sat. A black T-shirt covered his amazing physique and who knew what else below the waist.

  “Hi, handsome,” she greeted as she adjusted her screen so he could see her entire face. She’d left her hair down, hoping they would get to chat again.

  “Damn you are sexy, Rose.”

  A few seconds passed and she giggled, thinking of him next to her in her dream again. And his taste, yummy. The taste of his cock haunted her all day while she tried to write. “Mmmm,” slipped out before she could stop it.

  “I have a feeling you’ve been doing that a lot tonight.”

  Her cheeks grew warmer and she hoped he couldn’t tell she was blushing.

  “And a pretty blush. What may I ask is on your mind tonight?”

  Of course she couldn’t be lucky enough for him to overlook it. “Umm…not really anything I care to talk about.”

  “Might help.”

  She laughed hard, and he smiled with her. “Not likely.”

  “Try me.”

  “I dreamt about you last night. It was…very nice.”

  He stared across the internet at her. “What kind of dream?”

  “Yeah…well…it was…a nice one.”

  “Nice. Uh huh. Nice as in I changed your flat tire or nice as in I pumped you full of cock until you couldn’t take anymore?”

  She took a drink from a water bottle, trying to make sure she could answer without moaning. “The ahh…option number two.”

  He smiled, very pleased with himself and she should have guessed he’d have that kind of reaction. She guessed anybody would be pretty excited knowing someone had a wet dream about them. “Maybe we should try a date in person and see how it goes. A dream is nice but in real life might be nice too.”

  “I’d love nothing better than drive to your place right now, cuff you to a hard point in your ceiling and fuck you until you can’t remember your own name. Unfortunately I can’t but I sure as hell hope you dream about me again tonight. If you do, you have to promise to tell me about it. And I want details Ms. Option Number Two.”

  She couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit rejected again but he didn’t give her long to think about it.

  “So how’s the novel coming? Did you write on it today?”

  “Sure did. Got another five thousand words written. It’s coming along nicely.”

  “When are you going to tell me about it?” He scratched his chest and she momentarily lost her focus again.

  “Umm… It’s gonna be a paranormal romantic suspense. Female shifter novel actually based off an ancient story called Swooning Shadow. I’ve been researching it for a while and I’m fascinated by it. It’s gonna be sexy.”

  “If you’re writing it, I’m sure it will be.”

  His praise for something she did meant a lot more to her than she expected. No one knew she spent her days working on a novel. Having support from a virtual stranger made her sit a bit taller.

  “Hey, tell me about the profile picture you posted. Looks like you’re on a beach somewhere. Florida coast line if I had to take a guess.”

  “It’s actually from a trip I took with my parents several years before they passed away. They were both happy and healthy and it’s one of my favorites.” She thought about the picture, toying with the ends of her hair. “I must confess my hair’s a bit longer in that pic, as you can tell now. I got it trimmed a couple times since then.”

  “What? Someone who didn’t post exactly the right info on their profile? I’m shocked and appalled at your audacity. Not. I don’t know anyone who’s completely honest on their online profile. It’s almost like some of them think they’re writing a resume for Batman and the other people who see it will never figure it out. As if.”

  She shook her head. “I have to confess I figured you were way too good to be true and I almost didn’t respond to you because of it.”

  He didn’t laugh like she expected him to. Instead he added, “I’m not perfect. I’ve got a lot of baggage.”

  She laughed, shaking her head. “Hello…everybody’s got baggage these days. Normally a whole luggage set.”

  He stared out of the screen at her and the urge to reach through and run her fingers through his hair nearly overwhelmed her. She clasped her hands together in her lap to keep from making a fool out of herself.

  She blinked, focusing on him again.

  “So, how do I stack up to my profile?” he wanted to know, turning this way and that to give her something concrete to compare it to.

  A flash of her sucking his cock and loving every freakin’ minute of it exploded across her frontal cortex. She cleared her throat, trying to cover another moan. “You’re, uhh…quite adequate.”

  His full laugh and beautiful half-smile warmed every inch of her. His joy intoxicated her, like a drug she couldn’t get enough of, and she counted each breath until she could get another fix.

  They stayed up talking late again, until she confessed, “I don’t want to fall asleep again while we chat. I’m sleepy but I’m not ready to say good night yet.”

  “Why are you worried you’ll conk out again?”

  “I probably drooled last night. I bet you took a snapshot of it, and drew horns and mustache on it. It’s probably on your Facebook page right now.”

  “What like this?” He reached for a piece of paper.

  She gasped, covering her mouth. “Oh, God please tell me you’re joking.”

  He chuckled, pulling a piece of paper close. “I’m joking.” He glanced up at her, still not revealing the paper he held.

  “But you do have something, don’t you?”

  “Perhaps.”

  “Perhaps? What kind of answer is that? Perhaps.”

  “It’s the best kind of answer because now the little hamster in your cage is running a mile a minute trying to figure out what I drew.”

  “You drew something? No way. Now you have to let me see.” Before he could say no, she folded her hands in front of the screen and gave him the pretty face. “Please, please with sugar on top.”

  “Mmm. I do like seeing a pretty girl beg.”

  She batted her eyelashes at him for good measure.

  “How about a trade?”

  She tucked her suddenly clammy palms below the table and thought for a second, wondering what she could possibly trade.

  “Would you like to hear what I have in mind?”

  “Perhaps.”

  “Touché.” He leaned in close to the camera so she could focus on his lips. “I want you to get any long and skinny object, phallic-shaped objects get double points—”

  “No.”

  “Why not? You haven’t even heard what I want you to do with it yet.”

  “Because I’m pretty sure I can guess what you want me to do with a dildo and I’m not masturbating for you on camera.” The words came out of her mouth because they were what she was supposed to say but the thought made her breathing grow shallow and the warmth deep in her groin to spread.

  “I’m not some fifteen-year-old kid wanting to see you fuck your pussy when it’s all I can think about. I want you to submit to me. I want to own every thought in your head during our time together. Even if it’s only through the chat. I want to own all of you. Now will you give me a chance to explain what I want before
you give me your ridiculously lame excuse why you can’t do it?”

  She clenched her jaw tight. She knew exactly what he was doing by baiting her. She knew it, could see it a mile away and her hackles were still raised to prove him wrong. She nodded once for him to continue.

  “I want you to set the timer on your phone for one minute. Once you start it, I want you to slide the phallic object in your mouth for thirty seconds. Be slow and patient, choking on it just a bit by the end of the half a minute.”

  Her heart raced when he mentioned choking on it, partially from the dream and partly because she was ridiculously turned on by the suggestion.

  “Then I want you to slide it out, slowly for the last thirty seconds. Take your time and think about what you’re doing and that I’m watching every second of it…hard as a fucking rock.”

  “No I still don’t think—”

  “What excuse can you give me for why you can’t do this for me? Is it very difficult?”

  “Well, no but—”

  “Is your pretty pussy wet right now?”

  “Yes, but—”

  “No buts, action. Go get something to suck on for me.”

  “What do I get in return?”

  His nostrils flared, knowing he’d almost won. “I’ll let you see the drawing and you might be quite surprised by it.”

  Chewing on her lips was about all she could do while contemplating actually doing what he suggested. His face, the downcast set of his brows and dark eyes, it reminded her of her dream Nico. She opened her mouth several times to tell him no again, but nothing would come out. Telling him no just seemed wrong, which should have been her first indication she should absolutely tell him no and cut the video feed.

  “What’s sixty seconds, Rose? That’s all I’m asking for. Really not much at all considering the drawing took me almost two hours to get right this morning when I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

  She stared at him, throwing up her hands after she decided to throw caution to the wind. “I’ll be right back.”

  She thought about getting a carrot or another kind of vegetable to abuse, but she had a perfectly good slim dildo in the shape of a dick she’d been meaning to play with. No time like the present.